There’s nothing better than the smell of a BBQ on a hot summer’s day, and it’s made even sweeter when you get to spend time with family.
‘Sausage or burger?’ I yelled to my son Lee, now 21, as he splashed around in the paddling pool, soaking up the glorious sunshine.
‘Burger please,’ he replied. ‘But can Dad do it instead? He’s better with the BBQ.’
‘OK,’ I sighed, aware that my husband Simon, now 43, was a top chef when it came to the BBQ. ‘But then you’d better make sure there’s room for me in that pool!’
‘Yes!’ Lee exclaimed, chuffed that he’d haggled his way out of an overly charcoaled burger.
Thankfully, Simon was ready and waiting on a deck chair just metres away.
My Simon was always on hand to help out.
We’d met
